More reinforced by the memory than illumiating of the relationship, as it came with the undercurrent of worry for family and had been preceded by a flicker.

Backpack secured on his shoulders once more after preparing his hands and arms to make contact with the disturbed grave, he mulls over the label before shaking his head slowly, “Not quite, more like puppets. There was this voice with the light calling for...well, possibly for them. They started moving when it shone from above a golden door underground.”

There is an unfortunate edge to the phrase as Benjiro remembers literally disarming one of the skeletons, but it is met with nothing more that a pop of a brow. The teenager looks at the skeleton with hesitation, then replies, “Verbal suggestions will suffice.” Not allowing himself to delay further, he approaches to kneel down and look more closely without yet touching any part of the scene.